When the System Fails

When the system fails, Part 1

"Mark, I'm going to find that other android if it kills me. This is simply unacceptable." Dark growled, obviously researching locations and possibilities of where the other could be.
"Dude, it's not a big deal, I can order a new-"
"No, we're getting that one back so you don't have to waste money."
"Whatever you say Dark." Mark shrugged, walking away from Dark's office.

***

Bing managed to slip out from Chase, leaving him napping on the couch while he went to go research. It was about midnight, of course he didn't mind. The dream he had while sleeping with Chase spiked a small curioustity within him.

Emotions were a big dip in his knowledge, making him unable to recognize some emotions even in himself. That wasn't what this was about currently though. His search, came back with the result of 'sympathy.'

'Feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else's misfortune.' He tilted his head, reading over the words a few times. Is that what Chase felt for him, judged by how he comforted him? He launched head first into deep thinking, typing wildly now.

Dancing around the place with emotions, questioning every little ounce of info he just learned and is learning-

"Bing...?" Chase's soft voice called lightly, as he peeked his head through the door.
"Yeah?"
"What're you doin'?" He half slurred, eye bleary and half-lidded.

"Researching." He simply stated.
"Are you okay, I could hear you typing from the living room and came to check on you." 'Sympathy,' the word rang in Bing's head. But concern was there more so.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry to wake you. I'll keep it down..." Chase shook his head, waving it off.
"It's fine, I don't mind."
"You sure?"
"Always, bro." Chase tried to sound confident, voice faltering. He walked out, Bing nodding. Of course now was the time for Chase to be depressed. Late at night with another around, and plenty of beer in his fridge.

He grabbed about four, grabbing a bowl of chips and dip before collapsing on the couch as he did. He turned the TV on, setting the volume almost deafeningly loud. He uncapped the first beer, chugging at least half of it. Digging into his chips next, He kicked his shoes off. Propping his sock covered feet on the coffee table laid in front of him.
Bing thought nothing of the noise, too deep in his own robotic mind. Chase chugging more of the beer and sending himself into a spiral of sickened joy. Becoming tipsy, he got through at least three of the four bottles before Bing walking in. Brows furrowed and gaze focused.
"Chase... That's an unhealthy amount of alcohol, bro..." Bin sat with him, the other burping. Along with convulsing with the hiccups, he looked to Bing, quite dazed.
"Ya, think I don' know that..." He spoke in a garbled fashion. Eyes dilated, making everything stingingly bright. Causing him to hide his face in the arm rest. Never mind the nausea that washed over him, making the action happen swiftly.

"Dude, you need to stop before you throw up. Never mind that, this isn't good for you!" Bing complained, grabbing his shoulder and forcing Chase to face him. He made through the alcohol; the equivalent of scowl.
"You don' know- what is or..isn't good fer' me..." He frowned, half pouting. Making it look like he wasn't in control of his body. He reached for another, movements sloppy as he knocked over the bowl of chips and most of the decor set on the table. Bing grabbed his arm before he could grab the bottle, causing him to whine loudly.

"Alright, that's it. You're going back to bed whether you like it or not." Bing put sternly, mostly for the other's own good.
"No! 'M gonna stay right here and die inside." Bing shook his head, picking him up. Chase yelped in surprise, blushing wildly as he squirmed.

"I'm not going to stand by and watch you waste your sorry ass. Tomorrow I am going to do everything I can to make sure of it!" Bing shook him, tossing him onto his bed. Chase froze, blush spreading to his neck.
"Sleep." Bing simply spoke, not as a request, not as an offer, but as a simple determined demand. Talk about sympathy, which is exactly what Bing was showing and he knew it very well. Bing tucked him in, going back to the computer to research what exactly was wrong with Chase.
Expectedly coming across depression, he delved deep, researching the hell out of it. He did it all night, taking breaks wasn't an option. He took pride in helping and caring for Chase since he cared back.